Tonight I am craving the representative you. The you that diverged from you the moment my footsteps disappeared in the snow. It was an idealistic you with worn thread ties to reality.
Tonight I am craving the ephemeral you. The you I never found necessary but fixed, or rather faceted, as an attachment to some description of existence I’ve lived to death.
Tonight I am craving the reality of you. Quickening heartbeats, unfocused eyes, lidded, and your gravel voice saying something else stupid, or rather, purposefully oversimplified.
– Jaime Dyna La Mondain